Amongst a herd of Burchell’s zebra either side of the dust track in Western Etosha (Namibia) two in particular were very frisky, or playful, or cheesed off, because they spent ages jumping up against each other and chasing each other.
Generally I tend to dismiss the zebra as if they are just domestic farm animals, but when I really look they are fascinating in their colouration and patterns, and when they reared up like in this image I saw them for the first time as striking animals in their own right (pun unavoidable!)